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 Came borne like a scent through the close-curtained casement, To vaults in whose shadow wild outcasts were hiding Their misery deep in the gloom of the basement.

By vociferous taverns where women were biding With features all withered, distorted, aghast; Some sullenly silent, some brutally chiding,

Some reeling away into gloom as I passed On, on, through lamp-lighted and fountain-filled places, Where throned in rich temples, resplendent and vast,

The Lord of the City is deafened with praises As worshipping multitudes kneel as of old; Nor care for the crowds of cadaverous faces, F